A weekend with the Pops

From coaching my softball team as a kid to watching football games on Thanksgiving Day, my dad is a BIG sports fan.  Some of my earliest memories are of him yelling at the television set - as if the players could actually hear him!  It's because of this man that I have become a fan of sports.  While I'm not quite the avid follower he is, he has taught me about the heart that goes into the game.  I got to enjoy his sweet company when he came to visit me in San Francisco and took me to a 49ers game, a first for both of us.  Having my dad around means that he is constantly one-upping me on the sarcastic remarks, a challenge that I fully embrace, yet shamefully bow down as his are always more clever.  I cherish the time I can spend with him.  My dad is a youthful, fun-loving, warm, and kind man with a huge heart.  Not to mention an adorable person.  I love ya pops!